"It really is a lot of hard work to do
what we do--"
"Oh, shut up Britney Spears!" I screamed and through
the remote at the television. The batteries fell out. That girl knows she's
having fun! As many guys that want her and that body-- Oh, kiss my ass! There
was actually a time I wished I was her.. that was until I got laid by Kevin
Richardson and she's still dealing with that little Mouseketeer Justin and his
little.... okay, I'll stop.
Anyway, Liv was over the next day. I hadn't mentioned much about
my night out with Kevin except for 'it was very nice.' I thought I’d catch her
by surprise, about us having sex, and waited for her to take a sip of her soda.
"Oh, yeah," I got up and shut off the TV, "me and
Kevin slept together."
She choked. "No fuckin' way!" I just smirked deviously
in her direction and
nodded. "Ugh! Sam, you promised you'd tell me everything!" Liv
whined.
Suddenly my tone grew bitter, "Yeah, well you promised me
you'd never mention anything about my dancing to anyone. But somehow Kevin was
grilling me about yesterday morning."
"I'm sorry. When we were at the hospital I was just making
conversation. I didn't tell him anything else! I swear."
"Good. Thanks."
"Now anyway back to you and Kevin... first off, is he
packin'?"
I snorted. "Liv!"
"I told you I wanted details. Now give 'em to me. Does he
look as good naked as he does with clothes on?"
I bit my lip and looked down at the table, "Yes," I
mumbled. Liv squealed then ran up the stairs to my room. I followed her. She
jumped on my bed. "Oh God, Liv! Cut it out..." I groaned. I was
completely mortified. Who knew my best friend would flip out like this when she
found out I’d finally gotten laid. It's not like it wasn't possible. I
mean I am doable. That was when I realized that it kind of was something to
celebrate. That I hadn't completely lost my touch so I joined in on the fun,
"Smell the left pillow... it still smells just like him." I could not
believe myself. The phone rang. Thinking it would be Kevin I answered it in a
half-casual, half-sexy sort of way.
"Hello?"
"Hiya, Charlotte." My heart lept in my throat.
I frowned. "Kevin?"
"Nope."
"AJ..." I realized it couldn’t have been AJ. He didn't
have my number. But I was praying that it was AJ or someone playing a joke on
me. Because I did recognize the voice on the other line and I was already
scared shitless.
I stood up. "Who is this?" I demanded.
The only person who knew me as 'Charlotte' had to be....
"It's your old friend, Dean."
I felt the blood drain out of my face. Liv got up and looked at
me concerned then put her hand on my shoulder. "Sam, who is it?" Even
though she knew damn well just who it was but couldn't believe it. Just the
same as I couldn’t believe it.
"Why are you calling me? How the hell did you get this
number?" I tried not to
stammer but couldn't help it. My entire body was shaking.
"I was just in town and I..." he laughed, "looked
you up."
"What do you want?" Even if I had managed to keep my
voice even.. Dean was one of those sick, psychotic people who could smell fear.
He knew I was terrified of him.
"Oh... sweet Charlotte ... you know what I want from you.
And you know what I'll do to you if I don't get it."
"Fuck you."
"Oh... my, my, my. Such harsh words from such a pretty
lady."
"I am hanging up now."
"I'll only call back. And I'm closer than you think... I
could be right outside your window, watching you and Liv in your bedroom. And
I've been watching you. I know all about you and your little
boyfriend" I felt vomit rise in my throat.
"Shut the fuck up..."
"... just give me what I want, Charlotte, and I wont tell
your man about what a nasty little girl he's got on his hands."
Liv told me to hang up and I did. But the damage had already been
done. My nerves were shot. That past problem had come back the way I'd feared.
I could feel my entire world come crashing down on top of my head. Dean was
like omnipotent or something. He was everywhere so once he found you there was
no hiding. I was surprised I'd managed to dodge his presence for as long as I
had. I guess I should have been proud. But nothing concerning Dean Xavier made
me proud. I went into the bathroom, dropped to my knees in front of the toilet
and threw up.